I'm like a dried, dried out river
Waiting in the desert sun
I'm like a dried, drie out river
I'm waiting the water for to come
Well my eyes're wide, wide open
Filled up with dust & with stones
& the bones of the pilgrim
Who died her all alone
BUT THE FLOOD IT WILL COME IT WILL SPILL EV'RY STONE TO THE SHORE
& THE SEED IT WILL GROW & THERE WILL BE NO DRAUGHT NEVER MORE
& I cried, cried the desert
Filled up dried river with tears
all left white, white, white salt here
glisten in the sun-burnt sphere
& I tried, tried so hard
Tried to unlock the gates
Well of fear, greed & denial
All which behind the water waits
& THE FLOOD IT WILL COME IT WILL SPILL EV'RY STONE TO THE SHORE
& THE SEED IT WILL GROW & THERE WILL BE NO DRAUGHT NEVER MORE
& I sight, sight for merci
Send me a shower or flood
To delight me, I'm thirsty
Oh make me a fountain for god
I'm like a dried, dried out river
Waiting in the desert sun
I'm like a dried, drie out river
I'm waiting the water for to come
(d.ottn)
